EXXXTRATESTICULAR ENCOUNTER: Part 1

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Okay, I posted this somewhere else but I think I'd get better feedback here. This is my first story ever so any criticism is welcome. This story is drawn from other stories with some in-depth characters thrown in along with some action/horror as well. I hope you enjoy. :3



Fred Fenson walked through the crunching leaves, maneuvering through branches and rocks. Holding a flashlight, he searched for the clearing his father had used to bring him to for seeing the stars during the early spring. Dressed in a long-sleeved shirt and dark blue sweatpants, he called back to his son, Ashton.

"Come on, son! The fresh air is great!" he said in a deep hardy voice.

"I could be at home. Studying! Or maybe with my friends?" thought Ashton. He didn't seem too happy about sacrificing a Sunday night to be with his father. He was eighteen and at the end of his high school life. He was about to go to college on a wrestling scholarship and party with his friends. He didn't want to be outside in complete darkness to look at stars. Careful not to get his shoes muddy, he tried his best to follow his dad.

"Oh, come on! You'll like the stars. You haven't seen nature in so long!" Fred called back. Fred was a typical American man. He owned a business in construction and architecture that had been running since the forties. Fred stood at about 5'11 and weighed around 170 lbs. He still had some of his hair, on his head for that matter, but his body was sufficiently covered in it as well. He constantly showed stubble around his strong jaw line and gray hadn't gotten to him yet.

At the age of forty-five, Fred was still attractive on an average level. His arms were still pretty thick from constantly hauling wooden planks, rocks, and other objects during his jobs. However, his stomach wasn't as toned. Numerous times Fred tried to gain back the body he had ten years ago, but between work and raising a son as a single parent (his wife divorced 10 years ago as well), he simply didn't have the time to commit. In addition, his sex life hadn't been such a party since the divorce either.

Ashton, on the other hand, was quite the opposite. He was the top wrestler in his high school, stood at the same height of his father, if not taller, and packed 180 lbs of bone and muscle on his frame. Most girls would have gone for him...if it weren't for the fact that he was gay. Now, any other guy would have been scared shitless of revealing such a fact, but Ashton was so huge to most that he commanded respect from everyone at school. A flex of his rock hard biceps and anyone thinking of tossing an insult would shut their mouth.

"Dad? Wait up!" said Ashton. Fred had gotten pretty ahead of his son on the dirt trail to the clearing.

"Okay son!" Ashton heard from inside the deep trees.

The teenage boy finally decided that his contacts were too dry to strain in the dark. "Dad? I'm gonna run to the car and get my glasses!" If he was going to see these amazing stars, he as mind as well see them the best he could. Ashton turned around and sprinted his large frame back to his car.

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Fred rubbed his chest as he stepped over a rock. He hadn't visited the clearing in so long and simply wished his son had the same anticipation as he did. He moved another branch out of the way and his shoe tapped something unfamiliar. Fred looked down to see some sort of weirdly shaped stone on the floor of the forest. It looked almost like a scrotum, he thought, except only way bigger. The stone was divided in two sections, almost like it was for each testicle. There was a strange color too. The stone almost seemed to pulse with a light green energy in the dark. It became clear that the stone was nothing but normal.

"What the hell?" muttered Fred as he bent down. Upon further inspection, the stone was covered in moisture, almost like sweat, and gave off a rather masculine odor. It smelled like cold, fresh mint. Fred squinted and tapped the stone with a finger. Nothing. He tapped it again. Nothing. He traced his finger curiously along the sides and gasped as the stone...quivered. It moved. What happened next changed Fred's life forever.

The stone exploded with a brilliant green light, blinding Fred's eyes. He fell back on his bottom, legs spread, as the stone pulsed brightly. The light gathered above the stone, forming a lime green misty cloud. Fred was too speechless to even yell for his son. The stone had froze him, but not for long.

The cloud of green energy slithered to Fred in the air, and then engulfed his head. He squirmed and tried to shake the precipitation from him, but no effect. The cloud had surrounded him, and was slowly moving down his hairy stomach area, as he tasted its mint-like flavor. Then it did something Fred never expected. It headed straight for his balls.

The mist slipped under the elastic waistband of Fred's sweatpants. "Hey! Hey!" he said, lifting his waistband to swipe it away, but he was too late. He suddenly felt the mist's effect. It massaged Fred's testicles: fondling them with crisp, cool moisture and giving him a sexual sensation that he hadn't felt for so many years. The sudden arousal caused him to moan and shut his eyes in ecstasy. He bit his lip as the mist entered his sack though his cock's slit. He felt it run up his shaft and seem to expand, giving him the feeling that his manhood was swelling and growing way past his wildest imagination. It was almost a tickling sensation, crossed with a smooth caressing feeling. Fred was completely unaware of his erection, showing predominately through the thin fabric of his sweatpants.

He was soon completely lost in the moment, he no longer was afraid of the mist. Sweat and heat drenched his body and saturated him in a sexual frenzy like no other. It was almost...better than the sex he had with his wife. Fred fiercely pulled at his soaked shirt and rubbed his pectoral muscles as the mist initiated an orgasm like no other. His pelvis arched upwards as he began to unwillingly thrust his rock-hard dick into the air. "Yes. Yes! YES!" he growled. Every single thrust became higher and higher. It seemed that no matter how hard he pushed, his dick wouldn't relieve him of the release he desperately awaited. His toes curled inside his shoes and his calves pulled tight, kicking the dirt and leaves. Fred's arms flexed with power and his hands balled into tight fists as he prepared to reach his climax. His eyes shut tight and his teeth bore like an animal as he felt his cum rush to his cock. "Oh, god!" he screamed. "Oh, yes!"

Fred broke into an orgasm as thick blobs of cum shot from his cock. It spurted through his briefs and spattered against his sweatpants. He had forgotten to remove them, and amount of room to conceal the continuously flowing cum was quickly running out, yet he kept thrusting. Fred's pants soon became completely soaked in his own fluids as he ejaculated, each contraction with growing more and more powerful. It was surely a frightening sight to see, that is, if his son was there. A middle-aged man lying on the forest floor, drenched in sweat, cum, and brandishing a six -inch long erection? Certainly not of the ordinary. But there wasn't a single soul there, and Fred couldn't care less.

He began to feel the contractions slowing and his cum stopping. He sighed, as his roar became heavy, happy laughs. "Thank...you." He gasped with a bright smile. Fred had forgotten he was speaking to an inanimate object...or was it? He licked his lips and sat up from the ground, still slightly dizzy. He wiped his brow on his sleeve, but still felt the soak of his manly sweat. That wasn't about to go away. He tried to stand up, and then realized how much cum he had produced. It ran down his legs and seeped into his socks. He tried his best to rub out the spots on his shirt. The sweatpants were no use though.

Fred remembered the handkerchief he always carried in his back pocket. Using it, he tried his best to clean his legs up. It soon became clear that the handkerchief was done, and he tossed it aside. Even more importantly, the stone that had given him perhaps one of the hugest rushes of his life was gone. He looked to its resting place and saw nothing but a fine dust. He reached for it, but a gust of wind took it away, never to be seen again.

Fred wondered to himself what had just happened. Had he really seen and touched the stone? Or was he simply going insane in the night? Did he really have an erection for the first time in ten years, and did he really sustain a fifteen- minute orgasm? Apparently so, for that's what his watch shown. Fifteen minutes? Ashton! He had completely forgotten about Ashton!

"Dad? Where are you?" his son's voice sounded. Fred cleared his throat and coughed, "Uh, um, right here son." He quickly pushed his half-hard cock down into his underwear as his son came out of the trees holding a flashlight. Ashton suddenly paused. "Oh god, Dad!" he said, adjusting his glasses. Fred suddenly felt his heart stop. Did Ashton notice his dick? He couldn't have, how embarrassing! Ashton then walked to his father and touched his forehead with the back of his hand.

"Dad, you're really sweaty!" said Ashton. "Are you sick?" Fred exhaled quietly with relief. He then spoke, with the best of his acting skills, "Uh, yeah, son. I guess I am feeling a little bit...green. I guess the stars will have to wait." He then realized he needed to get home fast, before Ashton saw his pants. "Well," his son said. "We better get to the car. You should sleep." Fred nodded as his son placed his massive arm around him and helped him back up the trail to the car.

Fred tilted his head back past his son's arm to see where the stone was. It was completely gone. Nothing was left at all. Fred let his disappointment fade in a low grumble. "Something wrong, Dad?" asked Ashton. Fred turned his face forward. He felt his dick with his hand through his sweats, knowing that his son wouldn't see it in the dark. He smiled, worn out. "No, Ashton," he said as the car came into view. "Everything is perfectly fine."

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As soon as the car pulled into the house's garage, Fred unlocked the doors and quickly stepped from the passenger seat. Ashton watched as his father dashed into the house and up the basement stairs. He seemed to be feeling good enough to run that fast, he thought. Ashton shut the car door, yawned and followed up the stairs in a very slow walk.

Fred reached the upper level past the kitchen and jumped up another flight of stairs; careful to make sure his body didn't leave anything behind. His sweat has subsided, but he was anxious to get in the shower and clean himself up. Fred rounded the end of the hallway and shut the door, remembering to lock it. Heaving a breath of relief, he quickly pulled off his shirt to let his hairy body begin to air out. He scratched his armpits and proceeded to pull his cum-stained sweatpants off. Rolling them into a ball along with the shirt, he tossed them into the hamper.

Ashton reached his room and shut the door. What a night...wasted on nothing. He sat on his bed and pulled his shirt off, placing it back into his drawer. He then pulled his shorts down, revealing two muscular legs compressed inside a pair of maroon Under Armor shorts. Ashton took his socks off and walked into his bathroom. He stared at the mirror and hit a double biceps. He couldn't help but smile as his arms balled up into a vein-covered 20-inch dream. Flexing his claves, he looked down to see his lower legs form a similarly large sphere of hard-earned muscle. "You are definitely ready for summer," Ashton said to himself.

He brushed his teeth and placed his contacts near his hair glue and then walked back to his bed. It was a cool night, so Ashton pulled the covers over his wide pecs and felt the warm comfort as they blanketed his rippled abs. With one large and powerful hand, he reached over and turned his lamp off, and fell asleep.

Fred turned the shower on and looked at the mirror in his own bathroom. What fuck had happened? He touched his dick as the steam from the hot water began to fill the room. It didn't seem any different. When erect, Fred was five inches long. It was kind of pathetic, and even more so, his pubic hair covered most of it. He frowned and stepped into the shower. The hot water hit is body and began wetting the hair all over his body. Fred closed his eyes as he shampooed and body-washed, trying to recount the strange stone that had granted him the orgasm he so desperately needed.

It was shaped like a scrotum, which he remembered, and it gave off that mint odor and even tasted like it too. How the hell did it get there? And why did it disappear right after such a wonderful thing? Fred unknowingly stroked his dick as he pondered the questions, but ultimately decided that as far as he knew, the rock was gone, and life needed to get back to reality. He turned the shower off and stepped out. After drying, he brushed his teeth and gargled mouthwash. He didn't have to wear glasses or contacts, so at least that wasn't wrong with him.

As Fred pulled on a pair of boxer shorts and slipped into bed, he wished that had gotten the chance to see the stone one last time. He pulled the covers up and closed his eyes. That night, he dreamt of finding the stone once more in the forest, and having the orgasm all over again. Over, and over, and over, he dreamt of the sweet release that shot from his dick and how good it felt. Somewhere in his subconscious, however, Fred still knew the stone was gone forever. But what he had failed to know was, as his slept of the stone, his dick was engorging with blood and filling the veins with green energy. The dick gained small, but still somewhat noticeable girth as it widened an inch, and snaked inside Fred's boxers until he was about eight inches long...soft. He rolled over on his side, snoring loudly, and as his waist moved, a brand new dick rolled over with it.

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he sun shone brightly through the blinds of Fred's room. A bird chirped on the branch outside and flew across the street. A low moan escaped Fred's mouth as he turned to see the clock. Displayed next to him on the dresser was an iHome, proudly displaying that it was seven in the morning. He rubbed the sleep out of his eyes and rolled his legs over the edge of the bed, letting his bare feet absorb the comfort of the rug. Fred got up, scratching his ass, and walked to the blinds and opened them. The neighborhood was slightly alive. A woman walking her dog, fountains mowing the newly fresh lawn, and every other normal thing you saw on a crisp Monday morning.

Fred reached down to adjust his cock, and felt something very un-normal. His dick felt...bigger. Bigger? He instantly opened the elastic waistband and looked down. It was bigger all right, two inches longer and one inch wider to be exact. This had to be a dream, Fred thought, and rubbed his eyes again. Nope, not a dream, it was reality. How? How did his cock gain this mass? He decided that it had to have been the stone. What else could have it been? It gave him a massive orgasm, why not a bigger dick?

Fred decided that it was best to not ask questions and let it go for know. He needed to get to work. He pulled a pair of jeans over his boxers, stuffed his new manhood inside, and put on his business shirt, showing a ?Fenson Roofing Company' logo on the left pocket. He combed his hair neatly and trimmed his stubble. After brushing his teeth, he slipped some socks on with some business shoes and exited his bedroom. When he took the first step down, his dick reacted to the movement and became half-hard. He felt the sensation as blood began to enter his shaft, and was surprised at how fast it was happening. He hadn't gotten an erection in years, and now one just happened in a matter of ten seconds. Fred knew that he wouldn't be able to have this sort of thing happen at work, and definitely not in front of his gay son. He repositioned himself by pulling his cock upwards in his boxers and then quickly got to the main floor.

Ashton was already in the kitchen, dressed in a tight red shirt from Hollister and wearing a pair of long kaki shorts. He had been finishing a banana and was about to grab his backpack to drive to his high school. Fred took a break and said, "Morning, son. Going to school?" He watched as his son flexed a bicep to scratch the back of his head, and reply, "Yes. Going now." Fred watched as Ashton took his car keys from the counter behind him and walked out the door to the garage. His heart finally relaxed after hearing a motor start and the garage door open.

Fred's drive to work was pretty normal. As any other day, he traveled the half-hour drive to his office building located about twenty minutes from Ashton's school. Nothing happened inside his pants during the trip, keep him relieved of any worry that the stone was affecting him in any way. In fact, Fred felt pretty full of energy, being that it was a Monday. Usually he would have needed a large cup of coffee to open his eyes, but today was different. He found his parking space and stepped out with a smile. Grabbing his laptop and briefcase, he headed inside, taking in deep breaths of the fresh spring air.

"Good morning, Gary!" Fred said enthusiastically. His coworker looked up from his desk. "Morning, Fred. You're looking upbeat today." Gary was the head receptionist and coordinator of the business. The calls first came to him before any action on a work site was taken. Gary was a little younger than Fred, about a year younger, but still sported the same physique as his boss. Gary usually was dressed in jeans as well, but instead of wearing a company shirt, he wore a regular button shirt and a jacket in case he was needed at a site. What made him most recognizable was his handlebar mustache.

"Better than usual, Gary. I don't know why, but I feel great!" Fred continued smiling and walked down two hallways before going up a small flight of stairs to his office. Most of his other employees were buried in their morning work, but couldn't help but slightly notice Fred's smile and pleasant attitude. Or was it the slight bulge that was slowly making itself known in his jeans? Either way, Fred shut the door to his office, sat in his large chair, and happily began his appointments. Before he reached for his pen, he unknowingly rubbed his balls, letting his dick spring to life.

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The heavy clang of two barbells sounded as Ashton placed his 160s on the rack. He had been training for about three hours since school ended. That day was normal: chemistry, English, global studies, etc. He had really been looking forward to working his arms and chest that day, and as he reached a mirror in his school's weight room, he felt every bit of success within his self-esteem. He flexed his right arm and watched as his bicep rolled up, sprouting three large veins. He tensed them, letting the extra energy in his body channel into fine beads of sweat that trickled from his armpits. Ashton smiled and lowered his arms. "Good job, Axel," he said to himself.

"A very good job indeed," a voice sounded from behind him. Ashton turned around to see Coach Brophen, who was head of the high school wrestling team. Dressed in a red spandex shirt and baggy nylon pants, he walked to his student with an impressive gait. Coach was just as tall as Ashton, but not as muscled. He still had impressive biceps and pectorals, but his abs fell short. He removed the red baseball cap from his head and ran his large rugged fingers through his light brown hair. Ashton began to feel hotter than before and fought to keep his mouth from opening.

"You are in perfect shape, Ashton. Once again, you display the drive and self-confidence I look to see in a young man. I can't wait till the match next week. I know you will do us all proud." Coach's compliment made Ashton's heart soar. He smiled and sat down on a nearby bench to take a sip of his protein shake. "Thanks, Coach," he said between sips. "I am sure that we'll win." He watched as Coach sat down next to him on the bench, only about two inches apart. "Good," he said placing a hand on Ashton's bulky shoulder. At that second, he felt Coach's hand began to rub in a circular motion, slowly lifting the back of his lose tank top upwards. This was too much. Any more sexual tension and Ashton would be all over him.

"Well, I guess I better get home then," Ashton stood standing up. He wiped the sweat from his forehead and chugged the last of his shake. Trying to control his racing heart, he made his way into the locker room, simultaneously pulling his tank off and pulling on a white v-neck. He didn't even bother taking off his shorts, and grabbed his bag before stepping out for his car. Back inside, Coach stood up. He looked down and smiled as his cock rose inside his thin sport pants, leaving a large rod of manhood outlining in the fabric. "Good kid," he muttered, and cupped his balls.

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"Shit," Fred muttered. He looked at the clock at his desk and read the time. It was eleven at night. Since that morning, Fred had talked with fifteen clients, scheduled five major jobs, and even had time to balance his checkbook. His newfound energy had burned out. He rubbed his eyes and squinted at his laptop as he tried to make his fingers keep typing. Gary was the only one still at the office, and all the others had gone home for the night. Fred looked up as his coworker entered his office.

"I'm just going to finish something," Gary said. "Nothing big. Just some last minute billing." Fred nodded and looked back at his laptop. As the door closed, the temperature in the room began to change, or that's what it felt like to Fred. The cool office now seemed...tight. Stuffy. He loosened his necktie and undid the cuffs of his dress shirt, hoping that would take some of the discomfort away. Fred worked at a linear rate until the heat overcame him again. This time, he pulled his tie off and undid two buttons. Hairs from his chest peeked through as he put his fingers to his keyboard. Before he could type, he heard a noise.

"Hungry..." it whispered. Fred paused, blinked, and then rubbed his eyes. Hungry? Who's hungry? No one is even here. Fred tried to return to his typing, but it sounded again, this time louder. "So...hungry." He stopped looking at the laptop and scooted back in his chair. He stood up and looked around, wondering if he was going crazy again. It had to be the lack of rest. What else could it be? Fred took a step from a around his desk and heard the noise again. "Very...very hungry," it whispered fiercely. "Hungry!"

Fred's legs suddenly buckled as he knelt to the floor. The room began spinning, and he sweat even harder. He then felt the blood rush to his cock and looked down in amazement as a bulge erected within his dress pants. He tried to push it down, but to no use. Fred stood up and then felt another sensation. This time, it was in his balls. Quickly unzipping his dress pants, he pulled them down to see his testicles beginning to swell. Veins emerged from his sack as they inflated to the size of tennis balls. Fred groaned as they activated his heart rate and his penis began to ooze precum. He tried to stand up, using all the strength in his arms to pull himself to the desk.

"Go to him," the voice whispered. Fred grasped his balls and shook his head, trying to fight past his raging boner and newly grown balls. His entire shirt had become transparent with sweat and his boxers were soaked. The seams of his legs strained to contain his manhood. "No," Fred gasped. "C-c-co-worker." His erection pulsed and he let out another deep moan. "No," the voice said. "Power." He tilted his head. "P-power?" He couldn't believe what he was hearing. Something inside his was telling him to commit sexual assault. But his cock...his balls...they needed it. They ached for it. Fred felt so horny he felt he was going to faint.

"O-okay..." Fred stuttered, helping himself up. "Yes. Go!" the voice sounded. He obeyed and tucked his private parts inside his dress pants. After a minute of difficulty, he managed to pull the zipper up for support, leaving a massive outline of his junk dangling inside as he walked to the door. He pulled it open and spied the stairs. Holding his balls for additional support, he waddled down the steps, each step making his cock shift and spew more precum. Fred closed his eyes and sighed as he began to notice the large stain forming on his clothing. When his eyes finally saw Gary at his desk, his chest heaved and gasped for as much air as his lungs could hold.

"Go to him. Now!" the voice hissed. Fred squinted and took his balls with his left hand, and raised a quivering, wet hand to tap Gary's shoulder. He opened his mouth and tried to keep his teeth from chattering. "Uh...G-Gary?" Fred whispered. His co-worker began to turn around, saying, "Yes, Fred? What do you?" He never finished his sentence. Gary stared at the man before him. A man shaking and drenched in sweat, and a man whose manhood had been enlarged past anything he'd ever seen in his life. And at that moment, that man lunged toward Gary, shoving both his hands onto his shoulders and pinning him against his desk, ignoring the sound of the phone falling off the hook and various objects scattering about the floor. Gary's eyes widened as he felt the man's massive cock brush against his upper thigh through the thin fabric of his dress pants.

"Fred! What the fuck are you doing?" Gary screamed. Fred ignored him. Holding his pray down with one hand, using his new strength, he used his other to tear apart his pant zipper and reveal his eight-inch cock and even larger testicles. Pulsing and covered with veins, it began to shake, as if alive itself. "Oh, god, Fred!" Gary yelled. Fred began to smile, and a laugh escaped his mouth as he reached to his co-worker's belt, and with one swift pull, tore it off his pants and undid his button. Gary knew instantly what was going to happen. "No!" he screamed. "No, Fred! No! God!" But there was no God. There was only him, Fred, and the giant cock about to placed inside.

Fred clawed again at Gary's waist, this time ripping apart the waist of his pants and the waistband of his boxers. There was the sound of tearing fabric, the snap of elastic material, and Fred tossed Gary's tattered undergarments to the floor. "Yes!" the voice said. He gazed at Gary's dick, a seven-inch beauty covered with thick brown pubic hair, and paired with a trail of hair that led up his dress shirt to his stomach and chest. The voice sounded again, "Treat yourself, Fred." He obeyed, and with that, gave a powerful thrust of his massive cock into Gary's tight hairy asshole, causing a scream of pain to erupt from his mouth. "Why?" he screamed. "Fred!" But his boss didn't answer, he just continued thrusting deeper and deeper. And then Gary's experience became even more insane.

Fred laughed again, this time in almost sexual release. Gary used all his strength to prop himself up to briefly see his boss's stomach contract and grow, popping the buttons of his shirt and tearing through the white transparent fabric. He then groaned as he felt his ass widen. "What the fuck?" Gary shouted. Fred looked down and watched as his distended belly emptied and flattened and his cock bulged inside Gary's ass. The cock turned a faint green, the same green as the stone, and began to pump thick cum into the ass it was occupying. Gary's own groan turned to a seizure-like motion as his eyes rolled up in their sockets and he began to shake uncontrollably. Fred didn't care, he threw his head back with the widest grin as his body pumped more and more green gunk into his employee.

Fred glanced at Gary's stomach as it too bulged and inflated like he had before, turning a faint green, showing that the cum was now filling his body. Gary had lost all consciousness, and no longer fought as his own shirt began to tear under the strain of his new muscle gut. He, however, continued to shake. "That's it Fred. Fill him up. All the way," the voice said, proud of its host, and Fred nodded and began to thrust again. He smiled, dominant and happy as his dick filled his friend up like a water balloon. The voice then said, "Are you happy now, Fred? Are you happy that you did this?" Fred paused, glanced away, and then pulled his cock out of Gary, letting his bloated, but live, body fall to the floor. He looked at him, and saw in elation as Gary's biceps began to grow and become rounder, tearing the armpit of his shirt when the growth reached his pecs. Fred then looked to his new cock. He placed his hand around it, rubbed its slit, and then muttered, "Yes. Yes I am." "Good," the voice whispered. "We have a lot of work to do." Fred stuffed his cock back into his pants, lifted Gary's growing body and walked outside. "A lot of work to do," he said.

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It wasn't until Ashton stepped out of his car that he had realized his erection. Trying to take his mind of Mr. Brophen, he made a sandwich and watched television for four hours until he was sure he was clear. He then went up to his room and took a shower, tossing his sweaty clothes in the hamper and after drying, put on a muscle shirt and some baggy sweatpants. After all this, it was about eight at night. He wondered if his father would be home soon, but remembered that he sometimes stayed out late to make extra and search for jobs. After a nap, he looked at the clock as it read eleven at night. Ashton settled for some microwave pizza.

Sitting in the large living room, he watched USA as he ate. After an hour his cell vibrated in his pocket, temporarily surprising him, being that it was midnight. It was his friend Rich. "Hello?" Ashton said. His friend Rich went to the same school as him, and worked in the carpentry department building houses and working with machinery for cutting wood. Ashton had only recently started gazing at Rich from afar, noticing his own muscles and rather rugged features. Ashton knew Rich would never be gay, but a guy would wish as long as he wanted. He wasn't prepared to hear what his friend was about to discuss. "Can we talk?" Rich said, his voice low and serious. Ashton sat up and turned down the television. He crossed his legs and said, "Sure, what's up?" He heard an inhale and an exhale, and then Rich said very slowly, "I think I might be gay." Ashton's heart leaped and did a back flip. He clutched the phone tightly.

"Really?" Ashton said. "How do you think so?" Rich paused and said, "Well, um, I've actually been looking at you." This was just getting better and better. Ashton's pulse was speeding faster than sound. "The way you're so proud of yourself and all. And your body...I guess I was a little too shy to admit it to you." Ashton came up with the best response he could. "Well," he said. "This is...new, Rich. I'm glad that you're brave enough to tell me, at least. This isn't easy." "No," Rich agreed. "It isn't, I guess." He let out a nervous laugh. Ashton couldn't help but smile. This was a dream come true. A guy he actually liked was returning the same feeling for him. It wasn't a skinny little girly one from one of his classes; it wasn't a scene freak that smelled like cigarettes, it was a guy he liked. Ashton pinched himself just to check.

"Do you like me too?" Rich said. Ashton took a really deep but silent breath and said, "Yeah. Yeah I do." It took a lot to keep him from screaming at the top of his lungs, but he did it. "I actually love you Rich. I care about you a lot." Rich laughed. "Aw, thanks, Ashton. I guess I care about you too. Thanks for understanding. I guess we should take this in steps now." Ashton nodded. "That is the best to way to go. In steps," he said. Rich sighed. "I guess I see you at school tomorrow then," he said. "Bye," Ashton replied. "...I love you," Rich said quietly. Ashton bit his lip and almost squeaked like a little girl. "I love you too, Rich. Goodnight," he said. He hung up and put the phone done. This was major. A great stepping-stone in Ashton's life had just been crossed. Maybe Rich was the ?one'! Maybe...maybe...he thoughts were quickly interrupted by a slam at the side kitchen door. Ashton quickly stood from the couch to see his father. One look at him, and he gasped, "Holy shit."

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Fred stood at the doorway, panting from sexual release. His hair was sweaty and down in his face, his chest heaving and shirt unbuttoned halfway down. His entire body was drenched and not a single part of his clothing failed to show some sort of transparency. That's when Ashton noticed his father's massive balls. It wasn't so much that he saw his father standing right in front of him with a clear hard-on, but the two round bulges underneath were even more noticeable through the black thin fabric of Fred's pants. Ashton would have gotten hard in his baggy sweats if it weren't for the fact that it was his father. He watched as Fred rubbed his sack and scratched his hairy chest.

"Hey son," Fred exhaled, showing a short of breath. "...Hi, Dad," Ashton said slowly. "Are...are you okay? You seem a little tired." Fred pulled his dripping hair back with his hands and buttoned his shirt, still not noticing that his chest and the rest of his body was still completely visible. Fred smiled wearily and said, "I'm fine, son. I'm just going to bed. See you in the morning." He walked past Ashton and went up the stairs. With each step, Fred seemed to feel and look a little bit...heavier. The stamps became faster and louder and his shoulders seemed to hunch ever so slightly. Ashton waited to hear his father's bedroom door close, and then went up the stairs to his, careful not to step in the tiny puddles of sweat.

Fred lay down on his bed, staring up at the ceiling. He couldn't believe what he had just done. In just one day, his dick had grown to a whole new size, his sexual energy returned with four times the power, and now, as he thought, his co-worker was undergoing a frightening transformation that would change his life forever (and soon the lives of all the men in the state). Fred pulled his pants off and his cum-smeared boxers. He examined his new testicles. They had definitely grown, and were now around the size of clementines. His cock still hung proudly at eight inches long. How bad could Gary be? It was no big deal. Fred decided that one man for a new set of manhood was worth it. It was only one man, after all. It was like more were going to be affected. Fred smiled and stroked his dick as he went to take a shower.

Ashton didn't really know what the hell was going on with his father. The night before was unusual enough with finding his sweaty and a bit tired. Now he was showing up late from work and drenched? Not to mention his unheard of manhood. How the fuck did his balls get so huge? Had he been pumping behind his back? It couldn't have been the cause, since pumping took months to build up to that kind of size. Ashton couldn't even remember when his father had last even thought about romance, let alone having a massive boner in front of him. Maybe he was drunk. Maybe he was just messed up since...since Ashton didn't want to spend time with him. Maybe that was it! He suddenly felt bad, like he had been the cause of all this. As he slipped into bed, he silently made a promise to pay attention to his father more. Ashton was a senior, after all. Time with his father was running short.

As Fred began to lather his body, his care for Gary began to drop a little bit less, and he actually felt sort of happy. He failed to notice his arms beginning to harden and thicken, and his pecs began to push out a bit more through the hairy forest that covered them. His quads began to widen and his calves became rounder. The changes were so subtle, however, that Fred kept on with his shower. He didn't, though, forget to admire his new balls. They were so much bigger and fuller than he had ever imagined, and his new dick was even better. Fred lightly stroked himself and soaped up his pubic hair before ultimately washing off and stepping out.

Pulling on another pair of boxers and a t-shirt, he finished his routine and sat into bed. Fred moved his legs together and felt his dick swish from side to side. His balls had grown to the size in which the small silk boxers he wore could barely cover them, and his dick had almost reached past the limits of his inseam as well. He smiled, acknowledging their presence, and drifted to sleep. That night, he dreamed of fucking Gary again. He remembered sight of his screaming, then moaning, and then beginning his transformation. Fred also remembered the stone, its beautiful green mist, and its soothing voice. As he dreamt, his cock hardened and stiffened, yet his balls stayed the same. They would grow again soon, but Fred still had more tasks to complete. His cock swelled and elongated to ten inches long. As he reached the climax of his dream, his slit oozed precum into his boxers, never actually granting him full release. The stone's effects would have to wait on that too.

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Ashton was surprised to wake with morning wood. Usually he was able to control himself, but after the short encounter with his father, he didn't know what the hell was going on. He pulled his sweatpants off and dressed in a pair of cargo shorts, a white button-down, and a tank top underneath. He did his hair and went downstairs to eat, hoping that today would be a little more stable. Unfortunately, Fred would have other plans. He woke up with morning wood and a ten-inch beauty standing straight up to greet him. Even more, he was able to see his erection completely through the three layers of his sheets: a sure sign of his new potency. On any normal day, Fred would have dressed in the same clothing as before and go to work, but the stone's power was now beginning to take control.

Ashton was eating cereal when Fred came down the stairs. Upon a closer look, he saw his father was dressed in a pair of blue shiny basketball pants and a tight white t-shirt. The fabric hugged his beer gut and displayed strong vein-covered arms. Ashton put his food down and said, "You going for a jog, Dad?" Fred smiled. "Taking off today, Son. I got some stuff to do. Work can wait." He almost reached for his balls, which were barely covered under the nylon pants with some lycra shorts, but halted himself. He couldn't let his son know. Fred would have before hidden a stiff one in embarrassment, now he didn't even want his son to think about last night. "I think it's about damn time I got in shape, don't you?" Fred said. Ashton thought a moment. Was this sudden desire for exercise part of his ignoring his father for so long? Or was it just a mid-life goal?

He walked over to his father and placed a hand on his shoulder, slightly squeezing against his firm skin under the shirt. "Dad," Ashton repeated. Fred looked at his son in the eyes. "Are you sure you are okay? I care about you." And at that moment, Fred took his rugged left hand and placed it intimately on the side of his son's face. "Ashton," he said in almost a whisper. "I have never felt better." If it hadn't been for his father turning back to his food, Ashton would have thought Fred was about to kiss him. Feeling a bit uncomfortable, he took his backpack and went out the door. Halfway through, he said, "I love you, Dad." Fred waited for the garage door to open and close. When the house was silent, he reached his right hand into his underwear, adjusted himself and said, "I love you too, Son."

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Fred could barely keep his heart from racing as he stepped out of his car. His lycra shorts barely able to contain their contents, he shut the door and looked ahead. He was standing in front of a home depot store that the company had rented out for storage of various tractors, plows, and trucks. The place was brand new, and perfect for what Fred needed. He checked to make sure the parking lot adjacent to the depot wasn't gathering attention (not that he cared), and then went to the door with the master key. A quick turn of the glass door's lock, and he stepped inside.

Fred felt his hand for the power switch to the store, and pulled it. A massive warehouse suddenly became illuminated. Brilliant new machinery was everywhere, barely used once. He nodded his head in approval and advanced further into the building. He then heard Gary's voice. "Fred! Oh, man, Fred are you there!" It sounded like Gary was shouting yet gasping at the same time. "Oh, god, Fred! Oh my fucking god." Fred smiled and responded, "Yes Gary. Calm down, I'm here. I'm almost to you." He found a small opening in the line up of machinery. He was able to slip through, for know, he thought. But soon the two men inside the building would be rewarded with bodies so large, they wouldn't be able to get under an eight-foot doorway. Fred rounded the corner and stopped. He crossed his arms and said with a laugh, "Wow, Gary. I got to you just in time!"

In front of Fred lay Gary, or what used to be Gary. Fred's fluids had turned him from a normal man into a giant prisoner of muscle and sexual energy. His biceps were at least four feet around, his legs the size of actually oak tree trunks, his chest rose off the floor so high that it nearly reached Fred's waistline. His hands and feet had extended and grown to about three times their size and were covered in veins that wrapped around massive forearms. Gary's abs were still of muscle gut appearance, but held a very clear and chiseled eight-pack. He was on his back facing up, and Fred could only fantasize what his back and ass looked like. The best part of it all, in Fred's opinion, was Gary's new cock. It had grown from seven inches, to a foot thick and about two and a half feet long. Gary was simply huge. Judging from him lying down on the cold, ceramic floor, Fred estimated he would be almost nine feet all if he stood up and at least eight hundred pounds of pure muscle. The thought made his cock harden in his pants.

"Fred...what did you do to me?" groaned Gary. "Tell him the truth," said a voice. The same voice from the night before had returned to Fred's mind. "Tell him the truth. That he looks perfect. That you want to FUCK him," the voice hissed. Fred faintly nodded. "Well, Gary," he said as he bent down to his former co-worker. Gary still looked the same with the handlebar mustache. The only difference was his jaw had become brutish and was slightly larger in scale on top of the massive body it sat on. "I made you my first one," said Fred. Gary groaned again, as if trying to get sexual relief. His giant cock hadn't softened from its erection once, much to Fred's pleasure. "You first what? What did you make me?" said Gary through long gasps of air.

"My first love!" said Fred. "Complete him," said the voice, though it knew it no longer had to make an effort to convince its host. Fred began to loosen the drawstring on his pants. "You see, Gary, it's been ten years since my wife left my son and I. Sure, Ashton's a queer, but I wouldn't dare make any advance on my own son." He thought for a moment, and then snickered, "Yet". Fred then pulled his pants off along with his shoes and socks, revealing his own throbbing manhood through the thin lycra shorts that he wore. Gary's eyes began to widen and he felt his brow begin to accumulate moisture. His chest began to heave even more. "So I thought, I'd put my love into you," said Fred. He winked at Gary before he stood up. "At it seems like you took my love quite well." Gary squinted his eyes shut and tried with all his inner strength to tilt his head up. He held it there for about half a minute, and then dropped it back down, painting and sweating with exhaustion.

"I...can't move. I can't live like this, Fred. Why did you do this?" Gary wanted to cry. His wife, his house, his job, and everything simply enjoyed like wearing clothes was gone. He was almost completely immobile, and even if he could stand up, society would never tolerate the monster he had become. Fred's viewpoint was completely the opposite. Gary just couldn't handle the power. Fred wanted his muscles, his potency, and his energy. He would wield it proudly and make every man bow down to him. Fuck women. They were all teasers and disrespectful traitors. Men. Men were the gold.

"Don't worry, Gary," Fred said pulling his shirt off. He rubbed his nipples with his fingers. The chest hair covering his muscles stood up and his cock oozed precum that dripped from his now pre-cum stained and transparent lycra. They too were soon pulled off and tossed by the pants, leaving two naked men in the middle of the storage shed. As Fred walked back to Gary's head, he grinned as he felt his stomach inflate with a greenish hue. He positioned himself until his feet were right next to Gary's ears. Gary could only look up and see two large balls and a stiff cock above him, along with a slowly growing midsection. Fred continued to watch his stomach become rounder, as if he was pregnant and experiencing it at fifteen times the speed. "Shit...I love this part," he muttered under his breath. With two hands, he held his stomach up and looked down at Gary. Eye to eye, Fred said, "Ready for round number two?" Before Gary could even respond, Fred's dick was already inside his mouth.

Gary's hands formed fists and pounded the ground, and his bare feet banged their heels, showing that he was beginning to choke. His gigantic legs fought to move and his abs moved back and forth. His eyes were shut, not wanting to see Fred's face of satisfaction and lust. Gary's dick began to ooze pre-cum, and his balls began to ache from the arousal of Fred's dick reaching further into his throat, filling his stomach with more green liquid. "Yes..." moaned Fred. "Take it..." He watched Gary's stomach engorge once more, turning the same jade hue as the first time. "Complete him, Fred," said the voice. "Soon every man will have the same gifts as us. EVERYONE will be like us. Show your power!"

Fred let out a scream of ecstasy as he finished into Gary's mouth. As he lifted his dick, he watched as Gary choked and coughed for air. He laughed. "Well Gary, there's just one last thing you need to do for me," he sneered as he walked around Gary's convulsing body. The contents of his stomach still glowed with color. "F-Fred..." Gary coughed. "Be quiet," Fred whispered. Still naked, he walked over to Gary's massive cock, put both his arms around it, and began to jerk it off. "Shoot for me..." he growled. "I completed you. Now you must give back to me..." He began to rub harder. Gary strained to hold back his fluids. He couldn't let himself further Fred's plans. Whatever the fuck he was planning. But he was losing control. He couldn't ignore his body's natural functions. He couldn't ignore the lust.

A scream, a roar, far louder than Fred's, echoed about the storage facility; causing an echo to rebound the walls and make even the heaviest equipment shudder: Gary's ejaculation. Fred didn't miss a single drop. He positioned his stubble-covered mouth over the slit of his slave's dick and closed his eyes as the full force of cum shot down his mouth. It raced along his throat and into his stomach. The stomach: the most crucial part of the stone's function and control of Fred. It would give Fred all he needed: A liquid to infect other men with, a chamber to harness energy with, and soon the control center of the most powerful muscleman on Earth.

Gary let his head fall back and gasp for more air. He was dripping with sweat and exhaustion and couldn't even register what had happened. Fred, on the other hand, was laughing. He fell back on the floor of the storage shed and let out an insane fit of laughter. He loved every minute of it. "Fuck!" he shouted with a smile. He rubbed his dick and his chest, feeling his own sweat and musky stench. "What a fucking rush!" He walked to his clothes and put them back over his wet skin. "Fred..." Gary gasped. "No." "Yes," the voice hissed. "YES," Fred said. He walked away from Gary's body towards the door. "It'll be over soon, Gary," Fred said. "In the mean time, I'd worry about the size of this place. And if it'll even hold you."

As Fred exited the building, he locked it and turned the lights off. It was still the morning, and he figured he as mind as well go to the gym and work out. What hard would it do? He got into his car, started the engine, and left the lot. "Fred!" Gary screamed. "Fred! I'm burning! Help!" The veins on Gary's arms coursed with blood. Green blood. His stomach rippled and contracted, and began to grow. With the last of his strength, Gary tiled his head up to see what was happening, and what he saw made him cry. Something within the giant mountain of muscle gut was moving. Something was alive. Gary groaned in pain as he felt another part of his stomach begin to move. Multiple things were alive inside him. Fred not only needed him to grow, he needed him to be big enough to house offspring.

As the second wave of unthinkable growth began, Gary closed his eyes and accepted his fate. He wasn't ever going to be normal again. He wasn't ever going to see his wife, his house, or his friends again. He would never stand, or run, or drive again. He wouldn't ever be dressed again. He was a monster of muscular, homosexual energy. He was the holding chamber for whatever Fred was going to use to take over the town. He was an immobile prisoner of fantastic beef. A small tear escaped his eye. "Fuck you, Fred," he whispered. "Fuck you."
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Well that's part one! I have already written part two and am prepared to post it. But only if you guys give me the feedback to convince me. I know there's a lot of other awesome stories on this board and I'd love to be up there with the "great" authors.

I was writing part three but it got deleted by accident on Word. If you guys like this and part two, I'll begin working again from memory on part three. This story consists of four parts and an epilogue.

[cutlerfan]

Sounds intriguing! Post the next part! Please!

[pulse21]

I'm glad you liked it! I'll give some more time for others to see it. Look for it either tomorrow or friday. Hopefully I'll be able to formulate some of part three by next week or so.

[Rex20]

awesome story bro, very well written. can't wait to see what happens next!

[SoraIsTheMan]

Sweet Story

[Maverick0095875]

oh hells yes i love this

[MuscleFreak650]

That was freaking hot! Loved it!!

[zaciam]

Absolutely fantastic!

[looking4athrill]

Best story ive read for ages! , finally something that has me very interested and i cant wait for the next part

[chocomus]

i got really curious about this!!!!!
MORE!
I mean, please, more 8D

[Mad Dog]

Really like the masculine energy and the guts. :3

[Terrylee Long]

I love your HOT 6969ing story. Please keep going with it. I hope Ashton gets to get Huge also. Remember the bigger the better. One thing we you guys say huge can you give us like how big in POUNDS and size. It make it alot better to dream about being if we know their size in numbers. Thanks again and remember THE BIGGER THE BETTER.

[HumanThingy]

This i GREAT!!! I DEFINITELY want to see more!

[muscleboi25]

I can't wait for part 2 this story is very well written and I can't wait to see what Fred becomes and for that matter what happens to Gary and to Ashton!!!

[pulse21]

Thank you all for the comments! Okay! You got part 2! Look for it on a separate post tomorrow: EXXXTRATESTICULAR ENCOUNTER: Part 2.

Some more men will be "changed", Ashton and Rich's relationship will be explored even more, and Fred's transformation will reach a breaking point.

Tell others about the story too.

[Max2009]

Fantastic! I love the immobility aspect!

[Lionor_King]

HOLY CARP ITS AMAZING THE GROWTH EVERYTHING PLESE PELASE POST THE 2nd PART!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[elysiumfields]

Part two is over on NCMC ie Narcissus Cursed Men Collection. One of the potentially hottest MG stories i've read. But sadly he had left it there..?

[pulse21]

I posted part 2 on here! Just look for part 2 after the title. Or search my name to see which other works I've done. I'm going to post 3 more short stories and then continue this. I'm glad you liked it! Keep the love going. :]

Out already: Taming a Wolfman Part 1 and 2, "You Could Have Just Asked", and Taming A Wolfman Part 3 is coming along with Barrack Monsters and an untitled story. Then I'll write this again. College picked up. I need to find time to post agin!